Disclaimer: I own nothing, except the pen I write with, the paper and the plot. Harry and Hermione, hell, all characters for that matter are property of J.K Rowling, that fabulous woman who gave us the world of Hogwarts. Bless you J.K, Bless you.
Authors Notes: Okay, I'm back writing Harry Potter fics, after my brief period of Final Fantasy. This is inspired by, guess what? Yup, you guessed it, Valentines day. I personally don't like Valentines day, you might be able to tell why through some of Hermiones opinions. But I thought it would make a cute plot for her and Harry. So, Happy Valentines Day, People, and Enjoy!
She trudged through the small village of Hogsmeade alone, a small playful February wind catching her soft, light brown hair. Her cinnamon-hazel eyes scanned the area around her, easily picking out teenage couples and linked hands. Hogsmeade was full of Hogwarts students, a big crowding mass of black, even more so than a usual Hogsmeade trip. The reason: Valentines Day.
Hermione hated Valentines Day. Ever since she was a kid she had hated it, those stupid red hearts everywhere, shops going nuts on selling little teddies and stupid balloons. It was all a commercialised popularity contest, of who had got the most cards, and who hadn't got any at all. It was always the same people who got them, always the popular, skinny girls, Hermione mused as she continued down the bustling main street, being tossed about like a crisp packet in a gust of wind. It's always the one with the long hair and the pretty faces.
Hermione had not received a valentines card for Valentines Day for a long time, but she didn't particularly care. It was only a stupid holiday sexed up by the card companies, as she told Harry and Ron that morning at breakfast. Ron had taken his new girlfriend, Luna, onto a romantic trip into Hogsmeade, an event which none of them would have ever expected, considering his obvious dislike for the girl the previous year. Harry had recommended Madam Puddifoot's, the small teashop where he had his date/fiasco with Cho the previous year. That's who she was looking for now, Harry.
She scanned the area again, looking for any trace of messy black hair, but to no avail. Sighing impatiently, she turned into a nearby shop, she had to buy a birthday card for someone. Unsuspectingly she stepped into small shop only to be met with a very agitated, very breathless Harry.
'Where in Merlin's name have you been?' she immediately reprimanded him, giving him an evil glare. 'I've been looking all over Hogsmeade for you!'
She stopped lecturing him for a second to let him answer, but was answered with his bright red face, which he was trying his best to hide, his brilliant bottle green eyes facing down, his now chin length messy raven hair falling onto his perfectly shaped face. He looked highly embarrassed about something, and Hermione's curiosity got the better of her.
'I- er- I've been- uh…' He stuttered, clearly trying very hard to make up an adequate excuse. 'I was just- '
He was holding something in his left hand, which had been carefully placed behind him, to hide it. Hermione stared at it.
'Harry… is that a Valentines Card?'
His face reached the ultimate shade of crimson, and as he had no possible way of denying it, he slowly nodded.
Hermione's heart jumped into her throat. She felt devastatingly upset all of a sudden, and had no idea why she felt like this only because Harry had bought a Valentines Card. The only thing she could do was to hold her threatening tears back fiercely and try to get of there. She felt angry, hot sickening anger with herself, and Harry, for not buying her a Valentines card.
She gulped back the tears and managed to fake strong anger, when all she was feeling was weak. 'I've been looking all round Hogsmeade, in the freezing cold, on my own, my feet absolutely killing me, when I could have done all my shopping and went in the Three Broomsticks, in the warmth, for a nice hot butterbeer, and you've been here all this time, looking at Valentines cards for Merlin's sake?'
Slowly, looking like a small child caught doing something naughty, he nodded. At the back of her mind, she made a quick mental note; Harry was simply adorable when embarrassed and being told off.
She faked an exasperated noise and spun around on her heel, heading back to the gates of Hogwarts, fuming and holding back stray tears, leaving a totally lost and totally bewildered Harry standing forlornly in the middle of the crowded High Street.